Tree Time

Last night, we made our yearly trip to the U-Cut Christmas tree farm.  Corey always wants to get a tree fairly early, while the tradition at my house growing up was to wait until about the middle of December. I don't mind going early though, as it it just that much warmer. It loses some of the fun if you are racing from tree to tree whilst trying not to loose appendages to frostbite.  The weather was quite nice yesterday, so it was a good day to do it.

You know it is a bad sign when as you drive up to the tree farm, the employee tells you the standing trees "are looking pretty bad this year" and points you toward a barn full of shipped-in trees. Corey immediately shot back with a "NOPE!". "We'll cut our own, thank you!".  Our feeling is, the whole point of dressing up the tree is to make it look pretty. What fun is a tree that is perfect to begin with? I want a tree with character, darn it! So yes, the trees were quite yellow and sparse but that didn't deter us a bit in our quest for the Rieman family tree.

 

Seeing how my parents U-Cut farm put me through college, you know I had to represent. Indiana Fresh Christmas Tree Growers in the hiz-ouse!

You know what's funny? I used to wear this same coat back when I was the one measuring, shaking, hauling and baling the trees. 

Lily had a permagrin as we walked among the trees, discussing the positives and negatives of each.  It didn't take long for us to find one that was just the right size for our living room. 

Lily even got to straighten the bottom with daddy's help.

Picking out a Christmas tree with our own little girl is just a dream come true. Every aspect of our life is so much more fun these days.